Went shopping again yesterday, but I wasn't too bad.

I was making the deposit and the bank is right across the street from the Pottery Barn, and I thought I'd wander in and see if they had any hurricane lamps, like my friend Robert suggested to avoid any recurrences of the derriere du chat flambé incident.

I found a swell candleholder with a kind of a screen tube rather than glass (not a very apt description, but I can't do any better and my cat's butts are now safe so I'm happy), and I also got a candle with real daisies in it (I have recently become obsessed with daisies, which I'm pretty certain is Elaine's fault) and some hydrangea room spray that so far has not given me a giant allergy attack and a bowl with a crackly finish.

So I didn't go hog wild, did I? Of course, I love the bowl so much I'm going to go back and get a few more so that I'll have a set, but they're only $7 each, so it's okay.

Whoops!

Yesterday I said that it was Adam's fault that I bought Squirrel Nut Zippers, but it wasn't on his tape, it was on Janel's. Adam's has Bob Dylan's Tangled Up in Blue that I had to physically restrain myself from buying, but I cannot blame Squirrel Nut Zippers on him.

I now have proof that I'm the biggest sap around.

I was checking a video tape to see if what I had recorded Wednesday came out alright, I wasn't even watching it, and I stopped at practically the very end of Dharma and Greg and Dharma was sitting on the roof, crying, saying "I was supposed to help him with the ritual and I let him down..." and I immediately burst into tears.

I don't even know what she was talking about!!

I was watching the glorious MST3K Oscar special last night, and laughed loudest at this comment during a clip of the dancing scene in Titanic:

"You know, with all this hornpipe music going on, the ship can't sink fast enough for me."

One year ago today:
I thought I had a stalker!

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